Confession of Truth

How can you honestly ever give
When the one you want
Isn't the one that you're with

And what can love ever say or do
When your heart is the only one
Tellin' you

The confession of truth

The rain that searches
For the ground
Like words of love you feel
But can't be found

The voice of thunder
Trapped inside your soul
Without a sound

The storm that whispered
To the sky
The clouds that never learned
To break down and cry

The river flowin' through your heart
For a moment
But the moment
Ran dry

Oh, when the rain fell
There lies the proof

How can you honestly ever give
When the one you want
Isn't the one that you're with

And what can love ever say or do
When your heart is the only one
Tellin' you

The confession of truth

The wicked lies
She hides inside
The lonely stare that's trapped
Inside her eyes

There is no justice
For the killer
Who's got no alibi

The nervous twitch
She can't let go
The heat the melts
The pure white snow

The silver band that's wrapped around
Her finger
That once was gold

When the tears fell
There lies the truth

How can you honestly ever give
When the one you want
Isn't the one that you're with

And what can love ever say or do
When your heart is the only one
Tellin' you

The confession of truth

All is quiet
On the snow-covered streets
A silent voice
Drifting through a heartbeat

No need to lie anymore
No promises left to keep
Underneath the dim lights
You see through

All that's left is the confession of truth

When the rain fell
There lies the truth

When the tears come down
Between me and you
What can you do

How can you honestly ever give
When the one you want
Isn't the one that you're with

And what can love ever say or do
When your heart is the only one
Tellin' you

The confession of truth

The confession of truth

What can love say or do?

When your heart is the only one
Tellin' you

The confession of truth

Written by Isaac Hasson / Jeffrey Scott Bluestein
© 1997 Wooleybird Music, ASCAP
Transcribed by J. Son

Carry the Blame

He brings her flowers
In the middle of winter
Just to take away the cold

She's got a problem
With his misguided anger
He wears it head to toe

And he can't escape his own loneliness
You know it follows him wherever she goes

And when she tells him
This is the end
He finds a way
To start all over again
He says,
"This time it will be different
Let me show you I've changed"
He's still the same
Only strong enough
To carry the blame

Black is his favorite color
He's got it tattooed
On his arms

Blue is the reflection
That she sees in the window
When times start gettin' hard

And she dreams of money
He can't afford
But it never
Goes very far

And when she tells him
This is the end
He finds a way
To start all over again
He says,
"This time it will be different
Let me show you I've changed"
He's still the same
Only strong enough
To carry the blame

They wait
For a better life
To open up the door

They see
What has come and gone
And dying to be born

And in the dead of night
He reaches out
For a hand that isn't there

And she says,
"Why should I care?"
"Why should I care..."

And when she tells him
This is the end
He finds a way
To start all over again
He says,
"This time it will be different
Let me show you I've changed"
But he's still the same

And when she tells him
This is the end
He finds a way
To start all over again
He says,
"This time it will be different
Let me show you I've changed"
But nothing remains
Only strong enough
To carry the blame

Strong enough
To carry the blame

Strong enough
To carry the blame

Strong enough!

Yeah, strong enough!

Ah yeah, strong enough!

Written by Isaac Hasson / Jeffrey Scott Bluestein
© 1997 Wooleybird Music, ASCAP
Transcribed by J. Son

Somewhere That's Home

(Rough Draft)

So now I'll try to
Stand my ground
My legs are weak
And my heart...beating

I hear the footprints
Etched in stone
Run like wildfire
Hunter's moon
Starts to glow

Yeah, I feel it's time
For me to go

Give me somewhere that's home
A place of my own
Give me something that's home
It's a feeling I used to know
Give me someplace that's home
Somewhere that's home

So now I work to
Make a living
My job is tiring(?)
And my...is far
From heaven-sent

Pay the price
For security
I have insurance
Don't have one thing I need
A place...

Give me somewhere that's home
Give me somewhere that's home
A place of my own
Give me something that's home
Give me something that's home
It's a feeling I used to know
Give me someplace that's home
Somewhere that's home

I don't understand it
It's just the way it is
To make a change
I don't understand it
It's just the way I feel
Give me somewhere that's home
Give me somewhere that's home
Give me something that's home

Give me somewhere that's home
Give me somewhere that's home
A place of my own
Give me something that's home
Give me something that's home
It's a feeling I used to know
Used to know
Someplace that's home
Someplace that's home
Somewhere that's home
Give me somewhere that's home
Somewhere that's home

Written by Isaac Hasson / Jeffrey Scott Bluestein
© Wooleybird Music, ASCAP
Transcribed by J. Son

I Believe

(Unfinished)

I see the blackbirds
In the distance
Lookin' down
On you and me

Sit perched on the wires
And wait for one of us
To finally break free

Oh, but the thought of you
Is in my head
And floats around the canyons
Of my heart

Like two birds of prey
Left unfed
Desire hunts for love
From afar in the dark

So tell me
Tell me
Tell me what you see
Show me the way
Back to the light
Of love's safety

I'll reach out
And have these wings to beat
Lift me up
So I can say
I believe

Yes, I believe

And as I climb the stairs
The boards creak and moan...
Through the eyes of a window
Blackbirds appear
By the light of the moon

And they stare into the silence
Of loneliness
...
...

And when you look at me
So far away
Can't find the words
To say to you
Anymore

Oh, so tell me
Tell me
Tell me what you see
Show me the way
Back to the light of love's safety
Back to the light
Back to the light!

I'll reach out
And have these wings to beat
Have these wings to beat!
Lift me up
So I can say
I believe

I believe we've been through this before
Both too proud and too stubborn
To pull out the thorns

And those vultures
That wait for love to die
We can chase away
Chase away from our lives

Yes, I believe

Oh, so tell me
Can you tell me what you see
Show me the way
Back to the light of love's safety
Back to the light
Back to the light!

Oh, I'll reach out
And have these wings to beat
Have these wings to beat!
Lift me up
So I can say
I believe

I believe
Yes, I believe

...

Written by Isaac Hasson / Jeffrey Scott Bluestein
© Wooleybird Music, ASCAP
Transcribed by J. Son

Rage

(Rough Draft)

What'cha gonna do
With that pistol
Are you gonna
Paint somebody red?

Where you gonna
Hang up that...
That lies...
In your head

What you gon do
To the blue skies
Puttin' more bullets
In the air

What are you gonna say to all the ones
That are dyin'
Do you
Do you even care?

Let it rain on the waters
We'll rage on the land(?)
The same old circle
Dryin' in the sand

Stains(?) on the borders(?)
Become rage on young hands(?)
The same old hunger
I don't understand

Rage

Rage

So what'cha gonna do now
That you're fully loaded
Are you gonna hit her
One more time?

How does she feel
That you're
Feelin' wasted
Wasted someone else's life

Let it rain on the waters
We'll rage on the land(?)
The same old circle
Dryin' in the sand(?)

Stains(?) on the borders(?)
Become rage on young hands(?)
The same old hunger
I don't understand

Rage

Rage

O, say can you see
Another... sun
Is fading
As the dawn's early light
Grows dim

And all the promises forgotten
Watch the twilight's last
Glimmer of hope
... nightfall ...

What'cha gonna do
With the darkness
That keeps raging
In your eyes

What'cha gonna do
With that trigger
Full of anger
You're way too young
Too young to let love die

Let it rain on the waters
We'll rage on the land(?)
The same old circle
Dryin' in the sand(?)

Stains(?) on the borders(?)
Become rage on young hands(?)
The same old hunger
I don't understand

I don't understand
I don't understand

Rage

Rage

Rage

Rage...

Whoa, rage...

Written by Isaac Hasson / Jeffrey Scott Bluestein
© Wooleybird Music, ASCAP
Transcribed by J. Son

Find the Power

(Rough Draft)

...
Trapped under the sun
Rivers that drown
In the sea

Search for acceptance
Can lead you to nowhere
Nowhere close
To identity

Sand dunes melt down
With the wind
...
...

Chained to our fears
We all run to our cages
To? struggle
And somehow break free

Find the power
To take control
Find the power
To stand on your own
Find the power to speak
With a voice that is yours

Streams that you...
Start to shake
Earth trembles
Under your feet

Fixed like a statue
You helplessly watch
As the walls crumble down
In defeat

Carry that cross
On your back
Nails hold you up
When you're weak

And all of the love
That you used as protection
Has left you to hang there
In agony

Find the power
To take control
Find the power
To stand on your own
Find the power
To heal when you bleed?

When your life comes crashing down
Get your feet back on the ground

I'm so tired of...
I'm so tired of running away
Like a child
That's afraid of the darkness
I run

I run...

Find the power
To take control
Find the power
To stand on your own
Find the power
To heal when you bleed?

When your life comes crashing down
Get your feet back on the ground

Ooooo...

Written by Isaac Hasson / Jeffrey Scott Bluestein
© Wooleybird Music, ASCAP
Transcribed by J. Son

Where I Belong

(Rough Draft)

Cry of the daylight
Of the newborn sun
Across the fields
The day has only just begun

The flutter of the...
Gently rising from the land
...of pearls
Untouched by greedy hands

And beauty lies in the struggle to survive
...no need for sacrifice

As I sit here stuck on Highway 95
I get a little nervous
Watchin' time rushing by

So when you take
Me to the place
Where(?) I can wash away
This world we've made

In my life
I call my own
That's the place
Where I belong
Yes, that's the place
Where I belong

...question
...
It's all over, babe
Let go of the dawn


That's when I drift away
In search of something else

And beauty lies in the time I spend with you
Dry season's over
I've got nothing left to lose

Then as the rain comes down on Highway 95

And you take
Me to the place
Where I can wash away
This world we've made

In my life
I call my own
That's the place
Where I belong

And I
Get a little nervous
Watchin' my life pass me by

...
Ooo, that open sky over me(?)
Just tryin' to be free
I'm not lookin' for...
I'm just tryin' to start again

So can you take me
To the place
Where I can wash away
This world we've made

In my life
I call my own
That's the place
Where I belong

That's the place
Where I belong

That's the place
Where I belong

That's the place
Where I belong

'Cause that's the place
That's the place
Where I belong!

Where I belong

Where I belong!

Written by Isaac Hasson / Jeffrey Scott Bluestein
© Wooleybird Music, ASCAP
Transcribed by J. Son

Maybe Next Year

A world that's filled with lust(?)
A world that's filled with haste
A world that never waits for the past

A world that lifts you up
A world that wears you down
Ten feet underground
Come too soon

And it's life I find the hardest part
(When you) realize that time runs out
So don't waste away
hear me say

Maybe next year I'll go to Uruguay
Maybe next year I just...
Maybe next year I'll be a tired old man
With nothing left to say

Fallin' from the sky
As I tumble through the clouds
Rise...
Touch the ground in disbelief

...
No parachute to land
...Understand
What it all means

And it's the thrill that makes it all worthwhile
Rushing down another mile
So don't waste the day
Don't waste the day!
..say

Maybe next year I'll go to Uruguay
Maybe next year I just won't dare
Maybe next year I'll be a tired old man
With nothing left to say

Maybe next year I'll go to Uruguay
Maybe next year I just won't dare
Waiting for next year is a tired old man
Who's fading and gray

Stretched out on the stage
Wears a different face for all of us to see
And the crowds they all applaud
It's only life!

Written by Isaac Hasson / Jeffrey Scott Bluestein
© Wooleybird Music, ASCAP
Transcribed by J. Son

Only the Beginning

So you say you're tired
Hang your head against the wall
Well, that wall ain't goin' nowhere
And holds fast and won't let you take control

So you feel light's desires
To quiver and grow dim
And the dagger you hold inside
Won't let you live again

You've got to let go
Of the gun
That you're aiming
Don't hold on to the battles
You have lost

'Cause your fight
Ain't worth dyin' for
When it's only the beginning
Only the beginning
Of it all

You start again!

Across the fields of emptiness
You are running with the pack
And the dogs that keep hounding you
One step forward and two steps back

They keep barking inside your head
They keep scratching at the gate
They taste the blood of a wounded heart
But there's still a chance to make a break

Just let go
Of the gun
That you're aiming
Don't hold on to the years
You have lost

'Cause your fight
Ain't worth dyin' for
When it's only the beginning
Only the beginning
Of it all

And I know you've heard this
Time and time again
But time really heals all wounds

And there is one thing you should know
You got to, got to, got to
Let it go!

Just let go
Of the gun
That you're aiming
Don't hold on to the battles
You have lost

'Cause your fight
Ain't worth dyin' for
When it's only the beginning
Only the beginning
Of it all

To start again!

To start again!

To start again!

Written by Isaac Hasson / Jeffrey Scott Bluestein
© Wooleybird Music, ASCAP
Transcribed by J. Son

Live for You

Whoa, yeah!

Don't need to love(?)
Sometimes it's all I want of you
Just like those broken lovers
Who hide under covers
To forget about the pain
They've been through

I don't need to find myself
But I'll keep searchin' anyway
And face those lonely shadows
And? love's healing arrows
That come down
Like the sun in the rain

Still in my life
I need to find
A heart strong enough for two
Say(?) that I live for you

I don't live for money
Though I'd be lyin' if I said I'd turn it down
I'm not lookin' for simple solutions
In a world of confusion
I'm just tryin' to keep my feet
On solid ground

I'm not afraid of dyin'!
I just gotta face it when it comes
I stood at the edge of that border
Felt the days growin' shorter
...
...

Still in my life
I need to find
A heart strong enough for two
Say(?) that I live for you
Ah, yes I do
Oh now, I live for you

So tell me what's the one thing that you need?
Is it fame, or is it power or just the will
To survive
And when it comes to love
Can you feel your heart beating
Does it make you
Does it make you
Does it make you feel alive?

Feel alive!

So, for the child
With that innocent smile
For the soul that's cryin'
That keeps on climbin'
Higher up than my eye
Higher up than my eye!

Yes in my life
I need to find
A heart strong enough for two
Say(?) that I live for you
Ah, yes I do
Oh now, I live for you
You know it's true
Baby, I live
For you...
Nobody else but you

Written by Isaac Hasson / Jeffrey Scott Bluestein
© Wooleybird Music, ASCAP
Transcribed by J. Son

Everything's Different Now

Everything's different now
And I hope it'll be alright
Can't help the thoughts I think
When I lay you down at night

Everything's different now
There's no more
More of the same

A beautiful change has come
I prayed that this day would come
I'm under your tiny thumb
And over the moon

Everything's in its place
My beautiful little Fi
One day you'll get me back
For making you look like me

Everything's different now
There's no more
More of the same

The end of the world has come
I prayed that this day would come
You are the rising sun
And I'm over the moon

When I look in your eyes
I see everything I've ever seen
When I look in your eyes
I see everything I've ever dreamed

Everything's different now, yeah

Everything's better now

Written by Parthenon Huxley
© Parthenon Huxley Music (BMI)
Transcribed by J. Son

Just Might Fly

Here am I
On the other side of hell
Had a nice long pull
At the poison well

But the world still turns
And the birds still fly
Once I learn how to crawl
I might give it a try

Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na

From where I lie
I see the sky
I just might fly

Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na

Here I go
Lookin' for a little fun
Try to burn some pain
In the L.A. sun

But the girls still walk
And the streets still hum
Maybe I've arrived
At my kingdom come

Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na

From where I lie
I see the sky
From where I lie
I just might fly
I just might fly

Everything and nothing matters
It's big to me and a handful of friends
No matter how my life was scattered
The world didn't end

Here I go
Lookin' for a little fun
Try to burn some pain
In the L.A. sun

From where I lie
I see the sky
From where I lie
I just might fly
I just might fly, yeah
I just might fly

Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na
Ooh, oh, oh
Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na
I just might fly...
Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na

Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na

Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na
Just might fly
Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na

Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na

Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na

Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na

Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na

Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na

Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na

Na na naaa, na na naaa, na na naaa-na
Written by Parthenon Huxley
© Parthenon Huxley Music (BMI)
Transcribed by J. Son

Better Than Good

Good things come to those who wait I know
I would wait if I thought I could

But I can't wait another day
'Cause you're better than good
I can't wait another day
You're better than good
I can't wait another day

If you take off because I took my time
I'd be better off dead I would

So I won't wait another day
'Cause you're better than good
I won't wait another day
You're better than good
I won't wait another day

Fortune favors those who wait
But life is lost to those who
Hesitate

And in a single day
I've been wantin' you forever
If I had my way
We'd already be together

'Cause it feels like fate
And it's getting late

Give me speed out of the gate
'Cause life is lost to those who
Hesitate

Gonna seize the day
'Cause I know it's now or never
If I vegetate
I could blow this gig forever

There's a lot at stake
This could be so great

Good things come to those who wait I know
I would wait if I thought I could

But I can't wait another day
???
I can't wait another day
'Cause you're better than good
I won't wait another day
You're better than good
I won't wait another day
Oh, you're better than good
I won't wait another day
You're better than good

Written by Parthenon Huxley
© Parthenon Huxley Music (BMI)
Transcribed by J. Son

Crime

I told you that I'd call and never did
I told you we could talk about it
Time and time again
I got a little tired of all your friends

And so I hurt you

You told your mom and dad you'd met The One
I kinda wish you hadn't
It was way too early on
Before we had a chance you killed the fun

And so I hurt you
Goodbye...

So get me back
Get me back, get me back
Get me back while the gettin's good
Get me back, get me back
Get me back 'cause you know you should
Get me back, get me back...

I pulled off
The perfect crime
Stole your heart
Held on to mine

I could pay you back in blood
It wouldn't be enough...

I set you free
And now I'm all f*cked up

Another place, another time
I hope I won't commit the crime
Of givin' up
When someone else's love
Is mine

Get me back, get me back
Get me back while the gettin's good
Get me back, get me back
Get me back while the gettin's good
Get me back, get me back
Get me back 'cause you know you should
Get me back, get me back...

I pulled off
The perfect crime
Stole your heart
Held on to mine

I could pay you back in blood
It wouldn't be enough

I pulled off the perfect crime

I pulled off the perfect crime

Stole your heart, held on to mine
I pulled off the perfect crime
Get me back, get me back...

Another place, another time
Get me back, get me back...
I hope I won't commit the crime
I stole your heart, held on to mine

I'm not proud, baby

Ooo, yeah

Goodbye...

Goodbye...

Goodbye...

Written by Parthenon Huxley / Michael Duff
© Parthenon Huxley Music (BMI)
Transcribed by J. Son

My Friend Hates Me

My friend hates me
And I don't know why
We used to be super tight

I don't owe him money
Never touched his wife
But something isn't right

Maybe I was a problem
Maybe he's just a freak
I'm tryin' to put it behind me
But I wish we could speak
Yeah yeah yeah

Doo, doo-doo, doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo, doo

My friend hates me
And I don't know why
We used to share all our dope

Played the same music
Hated everyone else
But now I'm losin' hope

Did I stop bein' funny
Did I get kinda cheap
Did I start to get boring
I'm losin' sleep
Yeah yeah

Gotta get
Gotta get my friend back
Gotta get
Gotta get my friend back
Gotta get
Gotta get my friend back
Gotta get
Gotta get my friend back

My friend hates me
And I don't know why
I gotta say it really sucks

He used to call me Jimi Christ Superstar
Now he won't call P. Hux

Maybe I'm just a loser
Loser
Maybe he's back on drugs
Maybe I was an asshole
Loser
Maybe he needs a hug
Yeah yeah

Gotta get
Gotta get my friend back
Gotta get
Gotta get my friend back
Gotta get
Gotta get my friend back

Gonna get
Gonna get my friend back
Gonna get
Gonna get my friend back

My friend hates me
And I don't know why

Maybe he's back on drugs

My friend hates me
And I don't know why

Maybe he needs a hug

My friend hates me
And I don't know why

Gonna get my friend back
Gonna get

Gonna get
Gonna get my friend back

Doo, doo-doo, doo, doo
Doo

Written by Parthenon Huxley
© Parthenon Huxley Music (BMI)
Transcribed by J. Son

Come Clean

I'm gonna tell her everything
I'm gonna say I slept around
And when I finally tell her everything...

There might be nothin' left between us
But images of Mars and Venus
Entered into evidence

The blood is on my hands

The truth and nothin' but the truth
I'm gonna come clean
The truth and nothin' but the truth
I'm gonna come
Clean

I told her when and where and everything
I told her who and what and why
I went to bed not feeling anything...

I heard some feet go pitter-patter
A window on my pickup shattered
F*cking really f*cking matters

Blood is on my hands

The truth and nothin' but the truth
I had to come clean
The truth and nothin' but the truth
I had to come
Clean

She held me when I had
Blood on my hands
She kissed me when I had
Blood on my hands

I heard some feet go pitter-patter
A window on my pickup shattered
F*cking really f*cking matters

Blood is on my hands
But I will take the stand

And make it alright
Gonna make it alright
I'll make it alright

The truth and nothin' but the truth
I'm gonna come clean
The truth and nothin' but the truth
I'm gonna come

The truth and nothin' but the truth
I'm gonna come
Clean

I'm gonna come

Written by Parthenon Huxley
© Parthenon Huxley Music (BMI)
Transcribed by J. Son

Bones

Things are much better now
And I've got you to thank
'Cause I came pretty close
To goin' in the tank

I was goin' down
I was goin' down

How did you know we would make it?
How did you know you could take it?
When you took me on...

I'll take everything that you got
Even the stuff you don't want
Take the good
And the bad
I want it all

I'll take everything that you got
Without a second thought
Take the good
And the bad
I want it all

Yeah, yeah

Well you swept up my bones
And my body and soul
Sealed them up with a kiss
You been fixin' a hole

Now I'm gainin' ground
Now I'm gainin' ground

How did you know we would make it?
How did you know you could take it?
When you took me on...

I'll take everything that you got
Even the stuff you don't want
Take the good
And the bad
I want it all

I'll take everything that you got
Without a second thought
Take the good
And the bad
I want it all

All the stuff that nearly killed me
Is fading fast
All the little things that thrill me
You brought 'em back

I'll take everything that you got
Even the stuff you don't want
Take the good
And the bad
I want it all

I'll take everything that you got
Without a second thought
Take the good
And the bad
I want it all

I'll take everything that you got
Without a second thought
Take the good
With the bad
Yeah

I'll take everything that you got
Even the stuff you don't want
Take the good
And the bad
I want it all

I want it all

Written by Parthenon Huxley
© Parthenon Huxley Music (BMI)
Transcribed by J. Son

Wear My Ring

All I needed was a song
To sing in rounds
To sing in rounds
All night long
All night long

All I wanted was a friend
A social circle
That might never come to an end

Baby would you wear my ring?
Baby would you wear my ring?

I was on my second round
Tryin' to get
From lost to the found

In the shadows of the night
You hit my eyeballs
Like broad daylight

Baby would you wear my ring?
Baby would you wear my ring?

Oh, yeah

When I ask her I'll be calm
Like the heart of a storm

Baby gonna wear my ring!
Baby gonna wear my ring!
Baby gonna wear my ring!

Written by Parthenon Huxley
© Parthenon Huxley Music (BMI)
Transcribed by J. Son

Yet to Say

This one's for my baby

I think you're adorable
And I'm so glad we met
Got drunk with your brother
And we caught Jon Brion's set

But I don't wanna scare you
And say too much too fast
So I will keep my mouth shut

Well baby that's why
I've yet to say
I love you

But I do

Well darling that's why
I've yet to say
I love you

But I do!

And when I go out on that limb
I'll die if it's too thin
For us to hang our hearts on
Yeah, yeah

Yeah

But I don't wanna scare you
And say too much too fast
So I will keep my mouth shut

But baby that's why
I've yet to say
I love you

But I do

Well darling that's why
I've yet to say
I love you

But I do!

I love you

Written by Parthenon Huxley
© Parthenon Huxley Music (BMI)
Transcribed by J. Son

Perfect

Would you like to go downtown?
I could drive or meet you there
We could talk and walk around
Take in some of that smoky air

I get pictures in my head
Love it if they look like truth
When I'm dreamin' in my bed
I get scenes of me and you

Maybe if you feel like this
Maybe we could share a...
Kiss
Maybe it would feel
Like this

It would be perfect now

It would be perfect now
Perfect now!

Words are loaded in my gun
Got to keep the safety on
Words like, "You could be the one"
Words like, "Yeah, but now she's gone"

Maybe if you feel like this
Maybe we could share a...
Kiss
Maybe it would feel
Like this
It'd feel like
This

It would be perfect now

It would be perfect now

It would be perfect now
Yeah

It would be perfect now!

Written by Parthenon Huxley
© Parthenon Huxley Music (BMI)
Transcribed by J. Son

They Were Kings

They were kings, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
They were kings, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
Rock 'n' roll, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
They were kings, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
Everybody got to know
Everybody got to sing!

Yeah!

I got to tell(?) everybody 'bout…
1-2-3, go!

They were kings!

Alright!
Rock 'n' roll music
Don't need to be such a drag
There're a whole lotta bands
That put my head in the bag

Crazy…
Say "Yeah, Baby!"
And put the…on your hips
So good
So fine
And they were livin' in-a my lifetime!

Talk about the…
The Gories were first
Outta sight!
Mickey and Peg
Danny were cool
Thunderbird, baby
ESQ
Long before the Fortune building
Was torn down
They inspired a scene
Give 'em the crowd!

They were kings, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
They were kings, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
Rock 'n' roll, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
They were kings, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
Everybody got to know
Everybody got to sing!

Come on, Travis!

Singin' some more
About a band that's great–
Destination lonely in Ohio state
Six-strings of fury twice(?)
Look out, man!
Cheater Slicks burnin' up the Chevy Van
Fourteen levels above you and me…
And they are kings – buddy!

Shannon brothers huntin' for the hottest spot
They got the…psychedelic record shop
Dana Hatch is workin' at the counter of a White Castle
Yes
They were kings!
Misunderstood geniuses
Of-a rock-and-roll!
Wearin' sideburns…

They were kings, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
They were kings, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
Rock 'n' roll, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
They were kings, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
Everybody got to know
Everybody got to sing!

Come on, Matt Verta-Ray!

Let's do it…
They were kings, everybody!
They were kings!
They were kings, everybody! Yeah!
They were kings!
Rock 'n' roll, baby!
They were kings!
Ohhh they were kings, baby
They were kings
Don't you see
Everybody got to know/They were kings!
Everybody got to sing!
They were kings!

Way out in the desert
In the Arizona sun
Two crazy ladies' men
Made their own kind of fun
Lookin' at the people
At the Holiday Inn
Shootin' bows and arrows
Like it ain't no thing
Dig that sound
Get with it, dad!
I'm talkin' 'bout the great…
Doo Rag!

Bob had the blues
…
Down at the The Junket
That's where Thermos would play
Everything homemade
You shoulda' heard 'em sing
Through a vacuum cleaner
Man, they were kings/They were kings!
They were kings everybody
Livin' in-a my lifetime!

They were kings, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
They were kings, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
Rock 'n' roll, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
They were kings, baby!
Yeah!
They were kings!
Everybody got to know
Everybody got to sing!

Yeah!

They were kings, motherf#&!@r!
Awwwww – mother-humper!
Yes
They were kings alright
Ladies and gentlemen
You know it's alright
They were kings!
They were kings, motherf#&!@r!
Yeah!
They were kings!
Rock 'n' roll, motherf#&!@r!
They were kings!
They were kings, motherf#&!@r!
They were kings!
Everybody got to know
Everybody got to sing!

Mo-therf#&!@r!
Kings…

Composed by Jon Spencer / Matt Verta-Ray
© 2007 Patricia Ann Music / Marsupial Parlay Vous (BMI)

14. The Object (Unplugged)

You have decided to improve

You have confidence
In all that you do

After adjusting the volume
You will have time to get in the position
You have chosen for relaxing

Now, start looking at the object
I want you to
Keep looking at the object
Start looking at the object
I want you to
Keep looking at the object

Place your arms and hands beside you
So they are not
Touching you
Adjust your legs and feet
So they are not
Touching each other

You will be free at any time
To adjust yourself

But the less you move
The more effectively you can relax

You will not pass out
Or feel drugged

Start looking at the object
I want you to
Keep looking at the object
Start looking at the object
I want you to
Keep looking at the object

You can just close your eyes
Say your keyword
Smoking
Drinking
Overeating

Smoking

Now, start looking at the object
I want you to
Keep looking at the object
Start looking at the object
I want you to
Keep looking at the object

And these are my last words
With new knowledge in your unconscious

You will be pleased

Composed by Sir Rock-a-Lot (E)

13. Only a Rose Pt. II

Instrumental

Composed by Rudolf Friml / Brian Hooker

12. 3 Turntables & 2 Microphones

…kicking and scratching he'll–
Is this thing on?
Hello?
Chk chk chk

Dear Howard,
It recently came to my attention
That I did not win
This year's freestyle rap competition

True, my feelings were hurt
But I'm okay

I got 3 turntables & 2 microphones
3 turntables & 2 microphones

I am so sick and tired
Everything I do
It is wrong with you
I have to constantly second-guess myself
In everything
Because you always see my actions
In your own way

But I can't ???? ?????

I got 3 turntables & 2 microphones
3 turntables & 2 microphones

What the f*ck was I supposed to do?
I can't read your mind!
I am going to put it on the liiine
You are so damn dramatic…

AND LET'S DO IT NOW!

3 turntables & 2 microphones!
3 turntables & 2 microphones!
I got 3 turntables & 2 microphones!

Peace(?)

Awwwww yeeeah
Aww yeah
Aww yeah!
Awww yeeah…that's what daddy likes!
Woo!

I wanna hear my girl sing some harmony

3 turntables & 2 microphones
3 turntables & 2 microphones

That's my girl

If you think
I am not a broken man
You are sadly, sadly…

Wrong

Now, Howard,
I want to be
Magnanimous
I want to be a good loser
I am not a bitter man
This year's
Freestyle rap competition
Doesn't mean
A thing to me now
It's all in the past
But let's face it
You and I know–
The whole world knows–
That DJ What's'isname
Doesn't deserve that title
Let my people know
That I will be back next year

And I'll have 4 turntables & 3 microphones
4 turntables & 3 microphones

4 turntables & 3 microphones
4 turntables & 3 microphones

4 TURNTABLES & 3 MICROPHONES!
4 TURNTABLES & 3 MICROPHONES!

Doo, doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-dooo
Doo, doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-dooo
Doo, doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-dooo
Doo, doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-dooo

Aww yeah
He can eat a bowl of cereal for all I care

You wanna come hang with me I got the sh*t

Composed by Sir Rock-a-Lot (E) / Sir Whacks-a-Lot (Butch)

11. The Baby That Was You

Listen!

The baby
The baby – that was you!
The baby

The baby
The baby – that was you!
The baby

Now, let me ask you a question
Isn't that…
Fantastic!

The baby
The baby – that was you!
The baby

The baby
The baby – that was you!

The baby

The baby
The baby – that was you!
The baby

The baby
The baby – that was you!

Now, let me ask you a question
Isn't that…

Exciting?

Your parents were very, very happy
When you were born!

The baby
The baby – that was you!
The baby

The baby
The baby – that was you!

The baby

The baby
The baby – that was you!
The baby

The baby
The baby – that was you!

[eerie chant]

Come on!

The baby
The baby – that was you!
The baby

The baby
The baby – that was you!

Come on!

The baby
The baby – that was you!
The baby

The baby
The baby – that was you!

Come on!

The baby
The baby – that was you!
The baby

The baby
The baby – that was you!

Come on!

Composed by Sir Rock-a-Lot (E) / Sir Whacks-a-Lot (Butch)

10. Soft Velvety 'Fer

Hello!
It's me
I'm, um…
I'm still here
I'm f*cking working really, really late
So, um…
But I wanna have dinner
And I'm starving
And I… I need to have dinner
If you can that would be so, so nice
Are you there?

Could you…
Okay well first, um…
Ah– sh*t!
Can you call me on my cell?
Um…
You know the number and…
Maybe I should… ah! Um…
Alright I'm just… I…
I was thinking maybe we should go to Lucy's

Hello!
Are you there?
Hello!
Are you there?

Um… ba-dum-dum
Um… sorry about… mmm…
The previous message
You know
It's not like any
Big thing
Or what…
Um…
I had that weird dog dream again
So I just thought I would
Throw that at you
Since you had some good
Notions about that…
Alright
Um… yeah
Like that
Eat with you maybe
Later,
Bye

Hello!
Are you there?
Hello!
Are you there?

Hi again
Um, so… okay this…
It's just this dream that's bothering me
And I need…
I need your
Help with…
It was our…
The baby that I had was a dog
And it was our
Dog
It was… I mean our
Child an–
But it was… a dog
And then we were very proud
Because it started talking right away
And so…
Even though it was a dog
And it had
Fur and everything it–
We thought it was so
Beautiful
But it had teeth
Human teeth
Which was not… very nice
Um…
But very soft, sort of velvety fur
And then right away it was speaking
And so we were very… proud
Until we realized like…
Then there was another…
Then we were walking down a hallway
And then we were in a park
And there were other people
With their children
And they were normal children
And then we realized
Uh… you know that we…

That I had given birth to a dog

Hello!
Are you there?
Hello!
Are you there?

And of course…
In the– in the dream
You know… we were suddenly humiliated
And, um…
It was some…
It was my fault
And I don't know…
I don't know why
And I don't have to know(?)
If that has to do with the…
You know…
Uh, Zoloft
Or what but
I just think that I need to go off of it
And I know you don't want me to
And I know that that's like a big deal
And a f*cking thing but, um…
But, uh(?)
No.
Whatever
Let's just…
Let's just have a good dinner
I'm gonna have a margarita
And I know you're not supposed to mix and match
But, you know, it's just
I think I gotta get off of this stuff as soon as possible
'Cause I don't think it's really good for me and I…
I know you do
But I know that I don't
So…
Um, alright I'll… I really…
I hope you're having a great day
And I hope this hasn't freaked you
Bye

Composed by Sir Rock-a-Lot (Mark Oliver Everett aka E) / Sir Whacks-a-Lot (Jonathan Norton aka Butch)

Phone Message by Li'l Fer

Transcribed by J. Son

9. The Devil Went Down to Silverlake

Coming soon!

Composed by Sir Rock-a-Lot (E) / Wally Gagel

8. My Bad Seed

[Laughter]

Not what you want
But what you need
Come on baby let me
Plant my seed

My bad seed
My bad seed

If you let go
And give it up
Take my spurs and
Now giddyup

My bad seed
My bad seed

Stop it!

That's right

When I see you
I know what's right
You and I
Should spend the night

My bad seed
My bad seed

I know your name
And you know mine
Ain't gonna give you
Some tired line

My bad seed
My bad seed

If you let go
And give it up
You'll always be
My buttercup

My bad seed
Straight to video!
My bad seed

Not what you want
But what you need
Come on baby let me
Plant my seed

My bad seed
My bad seed

Composed by Sir Rock-a-Lot (E) / Playboy Gigolo Bandit
Transcribed by J. Son

7. Only a Rose Pt. I

Red rose out of the east
Tell the love I love least,
"Who knows?"
Red rose out of the west
Tell the love I love best,
"Love is a rose!"

Only a rose
I give you
Only a song
Dying away
Only a smile
To hold in memory
Until we meet
Another(?) day…

Only a rose
To whisper
Blushing as roses do,
"I'll bring along a smile
Or a song for anyone"
Only a rose
For you...

Composed by Rudolf Friml / Brian Hooker

6. What a Bringdown

Hey man
Didja hear what happened to Fay?
Yeah, it's really a drag
What a bringdown

Yeah, what a bringdown
What a bringdown
Yeah, what a bringdown

Gettin' tired of you bringin' me down

Gettin' tired of you bringin' me down

Hey man
Yeah, it's really a drag
Hey man
Yeah, what a bringdown

Gettin' tired of you bringin' me down
I am a clown
Gettin' tired of you bringin' me down
Leavin' this town

Leavin' this town

Hey man
Yeah, it's really a drag
Hey man
Yeah, what a bringdown

Hey man
Yeah, it's really a drag
Hey man
Yeah, what a bringdown

???

I-I beg your pardon…

???

Hey man
Yeah, it's really a drag
Hey man
I am a clown

Hey man
Yeah, it's really a drag
Hey man
Leavin' this town

I am a clown

???

Gettin' tired of you bringin' me down
I am a clown
Gettin' tired of you bringin' me down
Leavin' this town

Hey man
Gettin' tired of you bringin' me down
Gettin' tired
Yeah, what a bringdown

Hey man
Gettin' tired of you bringin' me down
Gettin' tired
Yeah, what a bringdown

Composed by Sir Rock-a-Lot (E) / Playboy Gigolo Bandit
Transcribed by J. Son

5. Baby Elephant Rock-a-Bye

Baby elephant rock-a-bye

Baby elephant rock-a-bye

Baby elephant rock-a-bye

All the little girl elephants cry (Ooooo! Ooooo! Ooooooooo!)

I was wretched and fine as could be

I was wretched and fine as could be

Down, down, down

I was wretched
I was wretched
I was wretched
Baby elephant rock-a-bye
I was wretched
I was wretched

Down, down, down
Down, down, down

Baby elephant rock-a-bye

Baby elephant rock-a-bye

Composed by Sir Rock-a-Lot [Mark Oliver Everett aka E] / Wally Gagel

Transcribed by J. Son

4. A Good Day to Be You

Number One

You
Are Number One

You are a wonderful person
I love you

You
You are a shining star
The brightest in the sky

You are very sexy

You always remember my birthday
Thank you

You are a flower
I'll be your water

You are refreshing
I like you

Does that tickle?
Look in the mirror–
It's a good day to be you

Awww yeah
Be-youtiful

HOLD IT

A-mazing

You are a strong person
You have pretty eyes
I'm the luckiest man alive
Thank you

You are very well-read
But you don't make me feel stupid
Thank you

I love you
I love you

It's a good day to be you

Thank you

Love,
Koool G Murder

P.S. If you need me, I'm always here

Composed by Sir Rock-a-Lot / Sir Whacks-a-Lot
Transcribed by J. Son

3. The Object

You have decided to improve

You have confidence
In all that you do

After adjusting the volume
You will have time to get in the position
You have chosen for relaxing

Now, start looking at the object
I want you to
Keep looking at the object
Start looking at the object
I want you to
Keep looking at the object

Place your arms and hands beside you
So they are not
Touching you
Adjust your legs and feet
So they are not
Touching each other

You will be free at any time
To adjust yourself

But the less you move
The more effectively you can relax

[speed rap]

You will not pass out
Or feel drugged

Start looking at the object
I want you to
Keep looking at the object
Start looking at the object
I want you to
Keep looking at the object

You can just close your eyes
Say your keyword
Smoking
Drinking
Overeating

Smoking

Now, start looking at the object
I want you to
Keep looking at the object
Start looking at the object
I want you to
Keep looking at the object

[speed rap]

And these are my last words
With new knowledge in your unconscious

You will be pleased

Composed by Sir Rock-a-Lot [Mark Oliver Everett aka E] / Playboy Gigolo Bandit [Mickey Petralia]

Transcribed by J. Son

2. Hung Up

Hello dahling!

Dial my number can't you
Call me up
It's never busy baby
Come on what's up

I better call you(?)
'Cause I just cannot wait
I know your mom and dad don't
Stay up late

Don't hang up on me
I'm hung up on you

I'm as oblivious
To the world
As it is to me
But not you girl

My fingers pressin' down
The buttons right now
My little honey now(?)
Wherefore art thou?

Don't hang up on me
I'm hung up on you

???
???
???
???

I got a book
With some numbers in it
I'm gonna tear it up
It don't mean sh*t

I know you got your own
Phone in your room
So take a call
From your future groom

Don't hang up on me
I'm hung up on you

I'm like a Pharaoh
Back in ancient Egypt
But even better now I'm
On the tip
I got a telephone
Right here on the wall
I'm only interested in
Making one call

Don't hang up on me
I'm hung up on you

???
???
???
???

Dial my number can't you
Call me up
It's never busy baby
Come on what's up

I better call you
'Cause I just cannot wait
I know your mom and dad don't
Stay up late

Don't hang up on me
I'm hung up on
Don't hang up on me
I'm hung up on
Don't hang up on me
I'm hung up on you

I'm hung up on you

I'm hung up on you

I'm hung up on you

I'm hung up on you

I'm hung up on you

Composed by Sir Rock-a-Lot [Mark Oliver Everett aka E] / Sir Whacks-a-Lot [Jonathan Norton aka Butch]

Transcribed by J. Son

1. Sonnet No. 3 (Like a Duck)

???

I wanna have some bodies on the floor!

One, two
One
Two

Woooo!

Woooo!

Look in thy glass
And tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another

One, two
One
Two
Like a duck!

???! ???????!

???! ???????!

???! ???????!

???! Woooooo!

Now thou not renewest
Thou dost beguile the world
Unbless some mother
For where is she so fair…

One, two
One
Two
Like a duck!

Daddy likes to rock

Daddy, bring me my red guitar

???

Daddy likes to rock

Daddy, bring me my red guitar

???

???
And she in thee
???
Calls back the lovely April of her prime

I wanna have some bodies on the floor!

One, two
One
Two

???! ???????!

???! ???????!

???! ???????!

???! Woooooo!

Whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he
So fond will be the tomb of his self-love
To stop posterity?

Thou art thy mother's glass

One, two
One
Two
Like a duck!

Woooo!
Daddy likes to rock

Daddy, bring me my red guitar

Woooo!
Daddy likes to rock

Daddy, bring me my red guitar

One, two
One
Two
Like a duck!

???! ???????!

???! ???????!

???! Woooo! ???????!

???! Woooooo!

???! ???????!

???! ???????!

???! ???????!

???! Woooooo!

???! ???????!

???! ???????! Woooo!

???! Woooooo!

?????? off the floor!

Composed by Sir Rock-a-Lot [Mark Oliver Everett aka E] / Sir Whacks-a-Lot [Jonathan Norton aka Butch]

Transcribed by J. Son